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Azrael didn't mind sharing his age, but he rather had people straight telling him what they wanted, instead cryptically working towards it, even if he understood the question very well. "I am 25 years old.", he told the priest. Not forty, not sixty, not even thirty. There was no reason to hide his age, the information didn't help Ignatius one bit. Maybe he thought him to be inexperienced, he was used to being around old priests and other holy men, however they managed to keep save in those struc…

Azrael wondered if he should have hunted, now a fire wouldn't attract much unwanted attention and they could have had a nice meal. Well, the wood was still wet, so they probably didn't have much luck anyway. Maybe tonight, if they stopped early, but they were on a schedule still. They had enough food to come buy. Tomorrow was probably better suited. If he managed to catch something during the journey, they could roast it. Maybe he ought to go ahead a little bit, the horse was probably too loud f…

It wasn't like Azrael wanted to talk more about his parents right now. He barely knew Ignatius and it was none of his business. While his church had nothing to do with the one his father had been part of and killed his mother, he still didn't trust them wholly. Ignatius seemed nice enough, but he knew nothing about his superiors, or the reason for this journey. Thus he also needn't know of Azraels past. Stories thereafter were fine to share. Azrael didn't talk much, but if Ignatius wanted to hea…

"But many priests stay in the monastery, or near a town. Much as holy knights protect settlements, rather than seek out demons. Hunters are often different. I've been hunting demons too, but... I kind of prefer protecting jobs. Many hunters that have slain big demons think of themselves as invincible, it is mostly their downfall." Azrael knew of his weaknesses and if he didn't think he could win a fight, he wasn't too proud to run. Not all the time, if him staying and possibly dying would save s…

Azrael looked at the river and the other side of it. He doubted there was any threat here, but not only demons might be after what Ignatius was protecting. The monastery didn't exactly keep this expedition a secret and even if no one insignificant knew what it was they needed an army for, some people ought to get intrigued by it. Their methods had been questionable and if they were lucky word of the expedition already ailing spread so no one would search for the two lone survivors. Azrael lay do…

The sun seemed to cheer up the priest as well and while Njeri grazed happily, Azrael stretched his bones a little. Then he ruffled his own hair, loosening it up and getting it les sticky. The priest meanwhile undressed as well, hanging up his clothes in the branches. It was an early lunch break, but a well spent one if their clothes dried. The sky was still riddled by some clouds, but they all were white, there wouldn't be any more rain anytime soon. Next he walked over to Njeri, unloading some …

Maybe Ignatius lost faith for a second there and wondered if his god or goddess was punishing him with all that rain. Azrael didn't question it, he didn't believe in them himself and he also didn't know the prayer times and customs of this specific church. There were too many and Azrael was interested in neither of them. "Alright then." Ignatius was still his customer and if he would have preferred a different path, he would have taken it, but it was much easier like this. Azrael walked ahead, h…

Azrael went outside and put the saddle back on their horse as well as the bags. Njeri looked rested enough to travel on and she drank plenty of rain water. She'd be fine this day and he brushed her a little bit as Ignatius came out of the hut as well. "No prayer today?", he asked without stopping and turning around. Ignatius had packed up quickly, now he ate and Azrael shook his head. "I'll eat on the way." No hold ups, the sooner they reached the monastery, the better. Not that Azrael would set…

"I'm fine, really.", he reiterated. Ignatius was a worrywart and Azrael doubted that it was only about him being hurt. This was something else, he was probably scared out here all alone with just one guy he barely knew. Sure, he was a grown up man, but he never left his home before. Without any light he couldn't even ask him if he wanted to fix the hole in his coat. Azrael could do it himself, but if it helped Ignatius, he would let him. Without any light this task was a difficult one, so he did…

"I'm fine.", Azrael was quick to answer. He truly was, some scratches wouldn't kill him and he'd care for them tomorrow. Now he was tired and he too needed sleep every now and then. They were save now, so it was a good time to rest as much as he could. The priest had other ideas though. "Nervous?", he asked him. He'd never been on a journey like this, of course he was. This situation wasn't ideal and even if nothing was on their toes and time wasn't an issue, he wouldn't be surprised if Ignatius…

Azrael closed his eyes and tried to sleep. His sleep was never deep, he stayed alert as he was used to, but rested as best he could still. He woke up some time later, feeling something in his pocket vibrate. A demon passed one of his runes, probably a scout. Ignatius seemed to sleep and he didn't want to wake him over it, so he got up and into his clothes quickly. Lastly he grabbed his weapon and went outside to see what this was about. It was still raining and not even the moon had a chance to …

Ignatius was nice enough about his answer which didn't change and still now he made Azrael feel like he was overreacting. He was just not comfortable around others, whoever it was and he always looked forward to the day he was done with work, when he got paid and was alone again. He liked demon hunting jobs more, because it didn't involve going with anyone who wanted to have smalltalk or anything of that sort. He listened though and now came out of his cocoon to eat a little before bed. Good. Th…

"Sure you didn't already catch one?", Azrael asked the priest, but it didn't really matter. Time constraints were annoying, but it wasn't the only thing that chased them over the river. Azrael looked at the priest and while the suggestion wasn't stupid, the hunter didn't want that. "I'm used to travelling alone." Or at least he slept alone apart from people who hired him and huddled up together, people who made a fire despite him telling them not to. It wasn't really an explanation or excuse, bu…

As Azrael entered Ignatius was already huddled up in a cocoon and he could only see his eyes and the flowing red hair. He sures stood out with that. It was getting dark now, darker than it was before with the rain clouds hanging over them like a bad omen. The hunter took off his coat and opened the door again to wring it out over the two steps leading up to their place for the night. Then he closed it again and hung his coat up on a rusty nail. He got rid of his hat too, then shook his head a bi…

"We have no firewood.", Azrael quickly answered, "And fire creates light and smoke which could cause unwanted attention." Though the smoke would be fine during a rainy night like this, probably and the hut was leaky enough for the smoke to just dissipate outside instead of killing them. Still, he rarely made fires if he could avoid it, but Ignatius seemed cold and the sneezing wasn't a good sign. Azrael wanted to get out of his own wet clothes, but he couldn't just yet. "I'm going to secure the …

Azrael turned around and was relieved when he heard Ignatius' voice. Their horse seemed calm and fine for nor, so he let go of it to walk over to the edge of the river and Ignatius who climbed out of it. He grabbed his arm to help him up. He was dirty, but otherwise looked alright. Different than the bridge, because it was now completely gone, swallowed by the raging water. "Are you alright?", he asked. "Nothing broken or anything?" He was wet and cold and probably exhausted from this spell. It …

Azrael stood back and waited. He couldn't help, not one bit and he did what he was asked. His only responsibility was to bring the horse with them and see to it that it didn't freak out. Close to the edge he waited, turning to their steed. "Shh, calm...", he mumbled to it as it looked afraid of the waves below. He held the rains high, so it would not look down and he could only hoped she'd trust him. Ignatius spoke his incantation for quite some while and eventually he started moving. Azrael fol…

Ignatius asked valid questions and Azrael sighed. He didn't want to attract any demons to their new location, especially if they maybe lost them, but they had to cross. If they were lucky, by tomorrow they'd be far enough that the demons lost them again. He looked up between his wet hair. The rain was annoying too. "Wait a moment.", Azrael mumbled and stepped away, instead going to the treeline the road came out of. "I've read about ways to catch magic energy before it disperses, but I've never …

Ignatius was right, downstream looked probably worse and they'd just waste their time. They couldn't build a bridge out of thin air either and hoping the rain would stop and the waters calm down was not feasible either. Not only did they have a time limit, but they also possibly had someone on their trail. "You're right.", he let the priest know too as he looked at the bridge again. "They either built this because they don't often use it, or they didn't have the weather conditions to build somet…

Azrael was thinking Ignatius could have found someone he trusted a bit more than him, but he didn't say it. He never had been of the talkative kind and Ignatius better saved his breath if he didn't want to ride. Maybe he was lucky, maybe not and maybe in turn Azrael was unlucky. Whatever the case, he committed to this now and there was no reason for him to abandon his work just yet. He had nothing better to do, no one to return to and nothing to find, nothing to lose too, except his life maybe. …